Resent, Reject, Regret

Chapter 450 Can You Even Fathom the Consequences?

“First, we should get your tears wiped.” Declan said as he produced a handkerchief made from silk. He handed it to her. “Helping you is my job, Miss McKinnon, more like my promise to my friend. I’m supposed to take care of you so long as Kyran’s not around to do that. Besides, none of this is your fault. So don’t blame yourself, okay?

Declan continued hesitantly, frowning. “Though I have to warn you. “The media vulture types are probably going to be all over you for these two days. They are going to try their best to milk as much news as they can from you before we completely shut the news down so they can squeeze as much money as they can for their miserable lives. Stay inside as often as possible. H*ll, stay in his ward.”

Deirdre nodded-her heavy head seemed to threaten to fall at every nod. She was about to reach the end of the corridor when she heard a loud commotion. “This hospital is protecting a murderer! Brendan Brighthall bailed a murderer out of jail! He should explain himself!”

“We want Charlene McKinney to stand before us and speak to us! That’s the only way to get to the truth!” “Exactly! How could the CEO of a company as big as the Brighthall Group step all over the law and bail a murderer out just because he wants to? How is this justice to the victims!?”

A stampede of reporters was trying to break into the 11th floor. It was the nurse who blocked them on the entrance to the elevator.

turned white. Alarmed, she cried,

be scared, Miss McKinnon!” Declan

already spiraled into chaos. “Those reporters are trying to get their first scoop with their most self-righteous excuses! I’ll handle it. Get back. into the ward and close the door. Don’t

protested, biting her lips. She had promised him she would wait for him

in the middle of his surgery, so he’s going to be fine. Once his operation is over, I’ll send a nurse to tell you. Remember, Kyran isn’t going to feel any better if you’re in trouble. The success of his

was right. She had to stop giving Declan so much trouble. “I’m heading to the ward now. T-Thank you, Mr.

her back as a sign of appreciation before striding toward the

way back across the wall to a corner before turning to the door. She was about to turn the knob when she heard a voice call out, “Miss

and yet imposing and slightly

the middle of his surgery, Madame Brighthall had decided

“M-Madame Brighthall?”